Sawtooth Spire Snowdrift and Sadness

Quite, yes. Ainhoa's voice was breathy and soft as she peered beyond the overlook. Snow was slow to fall, but came in abundance. She had missed visuals such as these and knew that if Eneko was here, he would have shared in her appreciation. Mountains are magical in winter. A smile crept onto her maw as she faced the she-wolf, now titled Gracious.

With a polite nod, she extended the same courtesy. I am Ainhoa. Her gaze shifted back to its starting place as she sat and released a heavy sigh. Do you come from Diaspora or Courtfall, Gracious? she asked, hoping to spark conversation.